SuperNova
When my pen touch paper
My emotions pour over,
My love is an sweet water wave of whirlpools,
Sucking you in my essence,
I can undress you through the magic of my tongue, and through the ways of my scared electric vibration,
Our chemistry merged so delicately,
as you read these words of strong collateral sensations,
Wishing and hoping that our bodies rise amongst galaxies, when our mentals emerge massively,
How our thoughts, heart's, bodies and frequency in synch to create such artistry,
All I see is our love connected like the constellations, accepted, reflected divine stories in motion, harmonious like poetry, parallel devotion,
It's already written and chosen , this love has been spoken...
Love, I ache to hear your voice,
sit spell bound in your presence.
Be cradled by your embrace,
comforted by your arms,
Treasured, I await your coming.
Will not turn you away, let you down.
From that moment on, our song, will forever be one: |
REMEMBER ME
Our feelings is exceeding this solar ring; I come to show you the truth of my existence,
and take off to where ever we decide to go;
my light is your light, and our impenetrable characteristics is whatever we choose.
We can see what we want to see, and feel the overpowering collide of merging realities,(EXPANSION), Explosions, erosions, ever lasting, undenying, super vapor necromancy releasing in the twilight from which is inside of me, apart of me, together we create the unity, the trinity, the reflections of what I naturally embrace, forever apart of me, but growing in every way to which fits to my moment of duality, the reality, the illusion, my infinite energy, we shall meet to an higher self in many forms of however we experience in this galaxy, remeber me? 👑👽💜🌌🌕🌑🌒🌓🌔🌛🌜🌙â🌞💫✨
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Lucid
She finds herself standing in the center of her lucidity,
Captivated and sharing worlds of many constellations of light,
Where from there,
The identity is to re shape, regain, and have more sight in....
Wandering into the debts of her minds comprehension,
Energy bodies aligned in a time of lessons,
The controller knows of what is out of it's control, where many strengths of this dream is not told, .
when tapping into the Christ mental, and soul...
Where she stood awake , but of no control of the world she had partake,
, attached,
Lingering,
Where she was still sleeping in lucid..
In pure darkness...
You have yet to bloom,
But your self love is the darkest of the skies..
No colors of her world immense...
Just confusing,
And covered with thick cloud.
frantic running from silence.
Her love in lack of sufficiency ,
Letting what she project on herself infuriate the worthy
Where she must speak peace and existences, claim herself integrity, and co... |
PARADIGM
The city of lights is a paradigm of the inner lights of life where some chosen to go agaisnt human rights,
or maybe to redirect us to higher heights of challeges to where we empathize this life and see ourself in all layers of essence in which we spite,
deny, redirecting, miscommunication, illustrations, of degradtion, self hating, lack of mental health self meditation...
Where all is reformed , souls, and destinies that alter in subconscious, organizing, but living in consciousness of presumption, brainwashing, young generation sleep walking!
Mirrors of immortality the lack of dignity and morality to face the predestined fortune of reality, living in the past can be a ***ing traggedy, unrealized what the real eyes sees beyond the illusions of life...
My soul cries out ,
calling for connection , reach out hug life, it is precious...
everything is within it's reflection...
Aligning myself to set up a platform for a st... |
Dear Black Man
Dear Black Man, Do you know what it is that you do?
I can't figure out if it is the knowledge of the mind or the fobidden divinity deep within you..
The way he protects,
yeah, I like that God in you, the masculinity that wraps me up and create life when I'm soul connecting with you.
A strong black man can't be replaced by no other.
Truly a man bred by his mother and inbred by his father.
taught to stand on the strenght of what he know, and not simply what he believes.
Not to ibe debriefed by another's "belief".
Trust in his moral standards , and not to rely on double standards.
The Black Man teaches his flock to teach one reach one, beseech anyone.
Preaching the truth is our proof of a strong black man.
Black man! Do you know what it is that you do?
Do you know who you really are?
Because the godly essence dwells in you... ... |
WAITING..
I was always waiting to catch you if you fall...
he said, damn right!
I have fallen life times across life times...
but on my part i had waited...
Too deep to arise from the fall of myself...
Where are you?
i ask...
I am waiting...
There's a cold in me that can't be warmed...
rugged up I stand against the storm...
and wait for you...
I'm always waiting.
All this time we put in , longing and anticipating...
just wating for a love to be reciprocated where somewhere deep down..
I gre frustrated...
unwilling to be free in his element, to connect to a love that is of himself...
it's easier to wait,
when you're told to wait,
than wait without knowing if there's still something worth the wait...
At some point , all these thoughts rushing through the gateways of my mind i am no... |
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